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Various woes!
Aug. 12th, 2008 03:39 pmThe lbooyd Bank didn't deign to reply to the letter I sent them three weeks ago but have just deducted the full amount of charges they threatened me with, £188.06, without any further discussion, taking my account so near the overdraft limit that I've had to cancel all my direct debits for the next couple of weeks. The Council tax and water rates people will be delighted!
I've transferred the last pitiful amount from my so-called savings account and John has transferred some money from his account, but, of course, that hasn't been credited yet, and he's also just had a rather large cheque which he can give me some of, but not till it's been cleared and then of course, there will be the usual three-day wait while the money isn't in his account or mine! In these days of instant electronic transfer, I think they should bloody well pay me interest on those days the money isn't available but should be.
I've written the bank another plaintive letter bemoaning the fact that they can't even be bothered to reply to a customer of more than 25 years' standing who has never, until the last couple of months, given them any problems, but I don't suppose they will care or reply.
After 11 days, the Pensions People hadn't got back to me to tell me when they might be coming to assist with the filling in of endlessly-long forms, so I rang again today only to be told this time that there might be a period of 15 days before they even write to me!
And worst of all, Morgan is missing since first thing this morning, and we can't find him anywhere. I last saw him at about 5.00 am and no-one can remember seing him since. Charles simply can't remember whether he was there when he let the others out at 8.30 am. We didn't think he could even get up on the shed roof, let alone over the wall, but we've turned the house upside down looking for him and calling, to no effect. We've been up and down the street and the back alley, calling him, but nothing. He doesn't usually stay out in the rain, either.
John's just gone out again in the rain to have another look.
One good thing has happened!! Social Services have been today to install another hand-rail on the stairs and now I don't feel so vulnerable going up and down.
I'm off to drown my sorrows in fruit tea!
EDIT: He's back! Thank Goodness. We went out again at 10.00 pm to have another call up and down the back street and Charles heard him miaouw very quietly from behind next-door's garage door and felt his little wet nose under the garage door.
He was hiding amongst all their beautifully arranged tqt and was difficult to get out. He didn't want to come home, although he was glad of the loo and a drink, but he's not talking to us at all now.
I've transferred the last pitiful amount from my so-called savings account and John has transferred some money from his account, but, of course, that hasn't been credited yet, and he's also just had a rather large cheque which he can give me some of, but not till it's been cleared and then of course, there will be the usual three-day wait while the money isn't in his account or mine! In these days of instant electronic transfer, I think they should bloody well pay me interest on those days the money isn't available but should be.
I've written the bank another plaintive letter bemoaning the fact that they can't even be bothered to reply to a customer of more than 25 years' standing who has never, until the last couple of months, given them any problems, but I don't suppose they will care or reply.
After 11 days, the Pensions People hadn't got back to me to tell me when they might be coming to assist with the filling in of endlessly-long forms, so I rang again today only to be told this time that there might be a period of 15 days before they even write to me!
And worst of all, Morgan is missing since first thing this morning, and we can't find him anywhere. I last saw him at about 5.00 am and no-one can remember seing him since. Charles simply can't remember whether he was there when he let the others out at 8.30 am. We didn't think he could even get up on the shed roof, let alone over the wall, but we've turned the house upside down looking for him and calling, to no effect. We've been up and down the street and the back alley, calling him, but nothing. He doesn't usually stay out in the rain, either.
John's just gone out again in the rain to have another look.
One good thing has happened!! Social Services have been today to install another hand-rail on the stairs and now I don't feel so vulnerable going up and down.
I'm off to drown my sorrows in fruit tea!
EDIT: He's back! Thank Goodness. We went out again at 10.00 pm to have another call up and down the back street and Charles heard him miaouw very quietly from behind next-door's garage door and felt his little wet nose under the garage door.
He was hiding amongst all their beautifully arranged tqt and was difficult to get out. He didn't want to come home, although he was glad of the loo and a drink, but he's not talking to us at all now.
